Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing FM Einheit to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Radiohead,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
The Slackers,
The Standells,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.